Blue Bird

We have walked trough such distances that aren’t much reachable
For years we’ve waited in ambush, not caring for the snow and the rains
We don’t cry when we bathe in iced water and we’re barely burned by the flames
We’re hunters, hunting for luck, for a bird colored ultramarine
We’re hunters, hunting for luck, for a bird colored ultramarine

They say that after all those years, the bird has gone vanished already
That the records of our local nature don’t even remember its name
They say it has gone forever, to foreign lands far away
Only I state the truth, that’s all rubbish
Only we state the truth, it’s all rubbish.

The blue bird hasn’t gone, only in the light of these days
There have been too many men and women, foolishly running after this prey
So it had to become very careful, so that it could stay free
Therefore now it has become almost impossible to see

The bird of luck is now scared and won’t trust a stranger
How else could it be, with braconeers all around
Sneak up on it and it will cheat you, it’s already nowhere to be found
And only the sky will tease you, with a blue swing of its wing